Jesus, this is, what, day….6? Seriously, I’m ready for this cold to be OVER. And I know it’s on its way out of my body if I would just take some time and rest, but who has the time to DO that, right? As it is, I’ve got three papers to write when I wake up (and it’s almost 5 AM, so the chances of that happening are slim) or else I’ll really have to crunch words when I get in from the gig tonight. Admittedly, I feel rough enough that I doubt I’ll even be ABLE to do them when I get in, so I’m kinda fucked.
That said, my psych professor (ugh) really adored my papers when he finally got around to grading them. I kinda think he sees me as somewhat of a ringer, as evidenced by his comment “Not the sort of paper I’d expect from a 101 student” and his asking if I had taken other psych courses in the past. Dude, seriously, everything I know about psychology I learned on the mean streets! LOL
Work was relatively mellow today, although it sucks to be coughing so hard when I am there, and I am at the stage of the cold where I’m constantly barking. It sort of feels like fish hooks in my throat, which I suppose is preferable to the wet hacking I did for so long when I lived in the cold places. But it does hurt more, surprisingly.
Monique was cool about me coming in late today–I’m flexing my lunch today and tomorrow to make up the time, which is nice of her. I did think it was sweet a little bit ago when the person I was on the phone with obviously wanted to stay on the phone, but felt it was more important for me to rest my voice. It’s those sweet little touches that make a difference, especially when I’m feeling sort of vulnerable.
Ugh, cold chills up and down my spine…definitely NOT the best way to pass out. Part of me feels like I should take a Xanax or something so that I can pass completely out, but I don’t know how easily I’ll wake up if I do that and I NEED to get papers done. With that in mind, I suppose I’ll chug one last does of DayQuil, throw a cough drop in my throat and hope I pass out before they wear off (again).